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Friday, January 1, 2010

Die Moritat von Mackie Messer - Various

KiThis turned into like, a textwalltastic “musical adventure” rather than a single song recommendation. I’m sorry. If you want you can just listen to the last one I linked, that’s the best. ANYWAY.
If you aren’t ‘theatrically inclined’ or you haven’t ‘listened to music in the last sixty years’, you may not be aware of Mack the Knife. It has become some kind of schmaltzy jazz standard because it sounds bouncy and cheerful, even though it’s about a dude cruising around murdering the shit out of everyone in increasingly nasty ways. I feel this proves once and for all that nobody gives a damn about words. The lyrical dissonance is deliberate, and was an effect very much favoured by Bertholt Brecht (who wrote the Threepenny Opera, from which this song was taken) and as interesting as I find the stylistic/thematic/theatrical connotations, I suspect I am alone in this so will shut up.
This is the original, sung by Brecht, which rules, because he’s a damn legend and he can’t sing. Here’s Bobby Darin’s jazzy English version, variations on which basically every damn singer has done at some point, but this is among the better ones. (Fuck off Robbie Williams. Honestly.)
Anyway, it was a badass song about a murderer, sung quite cheerfully. Now everyone reckons it’s a boring old jazz standard, so a bunch of bands who think they’re cool and edgy have done ‘darker’ covers of it, which actually suit the lyrics way better than the original music did. So, uh, way to fuck up what Brecht was trying to do here, bands, whatever. A band called SLUT does Mackie Messer. I wanted to link you to Udo Lindenberg’s because it’s the same idea but more interesting than this, but it’s not on the tubes and this one is pretty okay as well I guess, if only because Wikipedia tells me the band “lived and recorded in a castle near Ingolstadt” for a year. German Indie Rock Bands: Cooler Than You. It’s in German so uh deal w/ it. If you want a translation it’s basically “THERE’S THIS GUY WRECKING EVERYONE’S SHIT OK” for half a dozen verses. The first few lines translate literally as “The shark has teeth, and he wears them, in his face”, and damned if English can be that cool.
I also feel compelled to link you to Nick Cave’s version, because a) he doesn’t bother making the first verse more English-appropriate, he just sings that idiom literally ‘cos it’s badass, b) he manages to be truer to the original than anyone else in both lyric & tone & atmosphere while still making it his own deal, and c) he’s just a delightful dude to watch, check his dancing/performance/general existence out.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Tower of Song - Leonard Cohen

So my thing with music is less extreme than a lot of other people's seem to be and my interest in finding new bands/musicians/etc is a fleeting, whimsical thing and I am a musical magpie who picks out shiny things she likes, listens to them a few dozen times and kind of scutters glibly onwards. New music is largely either recycled old music, wildly inaccessible to anyone who hasn't got the time to go to a garage show in a small town deep in rural America in 1999, absolutely fucking awful, or a combination of those things. This is my experience. This is my attitude. For future reference? I dunno?
So anyway Leonard Cohen, is what I'm getting to.
For the most part he's a poet who has a fixation on love and death and living, as most of us do I suppose, and for a little part he writes songs. He is so clearly not comfortable with the fact that he is singing and there are instruments around the place that it delights me, and he has the most lovely, effortless voice. His poetry is also great. If you're wondering why you've heard of him, he wrote Hallelujah, and the original version is worth listening to if only because it proves that sometimes cover versions can make a song so much better.
Anyway, this is Tower of Song, which I like for the determinedly simple words and the determinedly simple rhythm and the fact that it sounds like a kind of mournful reflection on the fact that he does songs now and he doesn't really know why. Also rad are the fragments of piano solo which fall like, a fraction ahead of the beat, I don't know why I like that but I do. This is the original, with pictures of flowers (youtube in its infinite wisdom, etc), but I'll embed a live version which I think is cool because he talks and plays the piano live, even if the audience (rightly enough) starts screamin' in the middle for a bit.